She walked slowly to her room, as if she were walking to the electric chair. He followed close behind, further intimidating her with his size. It was as though she could literally feel him hovering over her. Lauren cursed to herself silently for agreeing to even have him in her home. Sighing, she grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a top folded neatly on top of her bed.
"What do you need those for?" he asked her dropping his bag on the floor.
"Umm..."she started. Her feet were very interesting again.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her to him. He tugged the tie on her robe and slid his hand inside. He didn't expose her body, but he placed his hand on her waist. There was so much tension in her body he could feel the tightness of her muscles as she strained to prevent herself from fleeing. Her big eyes looked into his as she tried to convince herself there was nothing to be afraid of, that this was okay. Then the robe was slipping off her shoulders and down her back. He sucked in his breath at the sight. He had always been a breast man, but not in the traditional sense. Kendrick liked all size breasts, but he had a fascination with nipples. Hers were large and dark, and along with her sizeable areola stood out against her light brown chest. Her skin transitioned smoothly back into that chocolatiness as his gaze swept up towards her neck and back towards her stomach. He let his fingertips slide down the valley between her breasts to the tops of her panties. The muscles in her abdomen twitched reflexively as he skimmed past them. Cupcakes. Her panties had cupcakes on them. And they were yellow. He laughed softly, causing her to pull away.
"Tell me." He said pulling her onto the bed." What is a grown woman doing wearing panties with pastry on them?" A look of surprise flashed across her face. She had completely forgotten she had put on one of her pairs of cupcake panties when she got out the shower.
"I didn't have time to change them before you got here." She answered softly. God, how could one woman manage to be so damn cute? And why did it turn him on so much. He watched her as she pulled a huge pillow across her upper body to cover herself. Gently, he took it from her. "Please." She said softly. She was painfully shy when it came to new people seeing her body. Guiding her to her back, he let his teeth graze her neck. She gasped. From surprise, pleasure, anxiety. Lauren was feeling so many things and her entire body tingled and buzzed with anticipation. His fingers slid down her sides, and it was like her senses were twenty times sharper than they had ever been. Every caress drew forth a moan. Every time his lips brushed her skin, she felt her cupcake panties become a bit damper. She wanted him to touch her in the worst way and the fact that she was so intimidated by him seemed to amplify the feeling. She jerked back as she felt him palm her pussy through her panties. Pulling down her underwear, he forced her to watch him as he exposed the rest of her. She wanted to look away, but couldn't. She was so...scared. Not that she was a saint. She wasn't by any means, but the age difference, his experience level. Uggghh....she began to tremble ever so slightly and prayed he couldn't notice. Of course he did.
He turned her over, to torture her more. Carefully, he removed the hair pins from her hair. She was still trembling, wondering why he was taking so long, why he wouldn't just fuck her, why he had to make her so self conscious by touching every inch of her except the places that cried out for it most. As she drove herself crazy, he took a moment to enjoy the view. Her ass was amazing. Even when she was lying down, it wanted to sit up. He fought the urge to touch it, because he knew if he started, he might continue for an hour or more. Tired of watching her squirm, he let the tip of his tongue dip into the shallow cleft her spine created from the base at the very top her ass to her neck. She was trembling more for him now and whimpering, too. It was amazing how much a little anxiety could intensify any type of stimulation. He could smell her juices and wanted to experience them first hand now.
"All fours." He commanded softly. Hesitantly, she lifted herself up on to her knees and elbows. She was too scared to look back. She had seen his dick on the web cam before and she knew if she saw it again before it entered her she would tense up so tight you wouldn't be able to get in with a cannon. "Spread for me." Letting her head fall into the pillows, she pulled her knees apart a little. He sat back again just to look at her. That pussy was beautiful. A finger slipped between the lips and she gasped from the sensation. He brought it to his mouth and smiled to himself. She was dripping for him. Positioning himself behind her, he spread her ass cheeks, just because he couldn't resist touching them anymore.
"Oh shit!" She swore as her body began to shake. That was definitely not his dick. That was certainly his tongue probing into the softness of her vagina. He reveled in the taste. He dragged his tongue across and through her folds as though he were searching for something. He fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he pulled her pussy into his face. Her clit slipped between his teeth and she thought she was dying. She had been so quiet so far, but she lost her mind when his teeth grazed her clit again. She was mumbling incoherently and her eyes were trying to shed tears. Two of his finger sunk into her unexpectedly as he sucked her clit. It was too much. He pulled his fingers out and dug deeper into her. She didn't know where she was anymore. He did it faster and harder when he could feel the walls of her pussy literally sucking on his fingers asking for what her mouth couldn't manage to say. And she was saying something...he couldn't quite decipher it, especially since sound was muffled as her thighs rested against his ears but he was pretty sure she wasn't saying anything comprehendible. He slipped his ring finger in and bit her pearl one more time. The mumbling stopped. The shaking intensified, as well as the tightness around his fingers. She was coming. And hard. She saw stars as her pussy stretched to accommodate and then pulled against his fingers. His mouth on her clit, she couldn't take it. Her eyes flew open, and it was as though she couldn't breathe. He continued to finger her pussy until she collapsed. He escaped just in time. Crashing on the bed, she was holding herself and whimpering as if she had been hurt. He adjusted her until her head was in his lap and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. She was so adorable right after an orgasm.
As she slept, Kendrick washed his hands and face and went to find a drink. He opened up the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of apple juice. As he sipped it in front of the television he thought of more ways to draw orgasms out of her. He wanted to turn her out, keep her thinking of him, desiring him. Because he was constantly thinking of and desiring her.
Lauren slept better than she had in a while. It was a deep dreamless sleep and if she did dream, she certainly didn't remember it when she woke up. Kendrick must have draped her robe over her body sometime after she had fallen asleep. It fell away from her body as she sat up and stretched, yawning. Faintly she could hear the TV in the living room, but it wasn't loud enough that she could tell what was on. Bouncing off the bed, she looked around for her panties and shrugged hopelessly when she couldn't find them. As she stepped into the bathroom and looked up into the mirror, something seemed different about her. Her hair rested in soft black waves around her face since Kendrick had removed the bobby pins. Though she rarely wore her hair down, she knew that wasn't it. There was something about her eyes that seemed a little off. "Oh," she thought as the light bulb turned on in her mind, "That's the way I look when I just got some." It had been so long she had forgotten what it looked like.
After she had brushed her teeth and dressed in the clothes he had forbidden her to wear earlier, stepped out of her room and looked at him sitting on her couch. Well actually, her roommates couch. The man was gorgeous. Why did he have to be so amazing looking. And his body, not that she had the opportunity to see it in person yet, but she knew what was under that shirt that was just tight enough to hint at the muscles that lay beneath. And he was so clean cut. The sharpness of his hairline alone almost made her moan. And he had just enough facial hair. It was trimmed low and was perfectly lined up as well. Physically, he was perfect.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." He said, not bothering to look at her.
"Humph. You hungry?"
"What you got?" He watched her walk towards the kitchen. Those yoga pants hugged her ass perfectly. Maybe I should have let her put them on, he thought to himself.
"What you want?" She asked looking in the refrigerator.
"Oh, you gon' cook for me?"
